Promo for Chasing Christmas by Shanna Hatfield
Title: Chasing Christmas
Author: Shanna Hatfield
Genre: Holiday Romance
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USA Today Bestselling Author Shanna Hatfield writes character-driven romances with relatable heroes and heroines. Her historical westerns have been described as “reminiscent of the era captured by Bonanza and The Virginian” while her contemporary works have been called “laugh-out-loud funny, and a little heart-pumping sexy without being explicit in any way.”
Convinced everyone deserves a happy ending, this hopeless romantic is out to make it happen one story at a time. When she isn’t writing or indulging in chocolate (dark and decadent, please), Shanna hangs out with her husband, lovingly known as Captain Cavedweller.
Shanna is a member of Western Writers of America, Women Writing the West, Romance Writers of America, Sweet Romance Reads, Cowboy Kisses, and Pioneer Hearts.
Buy Link: Amazon: http://amzn.to/2y41I8D
Perhaps it was the way he was posed that made him seem so tall. Her gaze traveled from the top of his dark Stetson down his long legs to where his boots disappeared in the snow. He certainly appeared to keep in good shape.
She scrolled through several more images. Tinsel jumped on the desk next to the computer screen and meowed. Jessie stopped and looked from the cat to the screen. Moisture filled her mouth as she stared at a head shot of Chase, hair tousled and rugged masculinity oozing from the full-color image. He looked at the camera with heat evident in his eyes and his enticing full bottom lip beckoning to love-starved women like a beaming beacon.
“Oh, my word,” Jessie whispered, wondering what she’d just gotten herself into. How could she possibly marry this gorgeous hunk of man in front of who knew how many people, even if it was all in fun? “I can’t do this.”
The cat meowed again and swished his tail in her face, as though he admonished her.
“Is that so, Tinsel? What do you think I should do?” she asked, picking up the cat and setting him down on the floor.
He gave her a long, knowing look then jumped back up on the desk, fixated on her computer screen.
Jessie rubbed a hand along the cat’s back. “It looks like I’m going to marry a cowboy.”